Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.